Matild​a Orwell

i am weak i can't do one thing without ruining the other there is no way i can ever appease one demon without enraging the other there is the girl who laughs and laughs and laughs until the world ends in fire and then laughs still because it's too funny; and there is the girl who shrivels up and cries and watches the room spin and spin around the world and then smiles as she smashes all the glass in her beautiful terrible cage and all the emptiness fills with the shards; impossible broken pieces of something that used to be whole. And the two pieces, the two shards, smile in unison, tears running down their faces, from the hilarity, the beauty, the ugliness of it all.